You're perfect, and maybe that's the problem
So sculptured to my view of flawless and I suddenly lose interest
I want to be able to complain and sulk, see what a dilemma you've left me in
I don't need satisfaction, why are you trying to make me comfortable
I guess my uneasiness isn't enjoyable to you, you're so demanding as you sit there smiling
I want to be the villain since there are none present here
I'm sick of all your embraces, it's all too much to cause to biodegrade
I'm piecing together my plan as I play my part as a counterfeit lover
It's all just a show, and I loathe being center stage
An audience of everyone who thinks it's adorable
She finally has a man that treats her well, they say
She must be the happiest girl in the world
Misplacing my true emotions, my facial expressions not giving them any insight
Leaving them to only focus on the bouquets he gives, this genocide has an invisable method
So I'm sorry to say, this is what I've always wanted, but can't accept